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I need to visit Venice
 

True.  But when it happens unexpectedly, it's that much more thrilling.

If only that same action could produce a beef and cheddar sandwich whenever it's been a full week since I was near an Arby's.

while this is not a true "sex" story it is a true story. 
I was in Copenhagen last year and it got to be a full week since I ate any cum and I was getting all horned up with NO light at the end of the long tunnel. I could not stand it any longer. 
while waiting for my food order at a local restaurant, I excused myself and went to the restroom. Went to the urinal and masturbated into my hand, ate my cum and then went back to the table where my food (the rest of my food - lol) was waiting for me. 

i noted that a few weeks ago Bjorn Andresen died at age 70. He was the blonde teenage actor (on the right in photo) who played Tadzio, the lissome highly sexualized youth in (openly gay) Luchino Visconti's Death in Venice, based on the novella by the same name penned by (bisexual pedophile) Thomas Mann. 

This naturally bring my mind back to Venice, Italy, often called La Serenissima. Serene, my foot. It is no accident that Venice is known variously as the City of Love (move over Paris) and the Queen of the Adriatic. Casanova, Ernest Hemingway, and other authors far and wide have sung of Venice's seething sexuality.
In my experience Venice is full of queens of the Adriatic. I was first there when I was 20, going across Europe with a backpack, and trying hard to avoid all the feelings that kept welling up about my peers and their cocks. My goal was to not jerk off all summer. Enter Venice...and..."the best laid plans of men," and all that. My friends and I were staying in a cheap pensione, with "shower down the hall." As it happened, there was a window in the shower, looking out on a small light well, chest height up. As I was showering one afternoon, there was a youth in the building across the light well also showering...a blonde northern Italian, maybe my age. Our eyes locked on each other, and soon we were both jerking off, imagining our lips interlocking and our penises rubbing together. Wham. Bam. Pow. So much for my summer resolution.
One of my favorite Venice destinations is the Peggy Guggenheim Collection, housed in an 18th c. unfinished palazzo. This was the home of Peggy, and a series of artist husbands and lovers, and is now a museum that is home to her extensive collection of modern art. When you disembark from the vaporetto, you are greeted by a bronze statue, Angel of the City, of a man on horseback with his prominent erection begging you to grab it. (There is a similar one in the Getty Center in LA).

The artist was Marino Marini, one of Peggy's many lovers, who was "artist in residence" in Peggy's bed for a while. Angel my foot. The story is that the phallus was originally removable (to function as Peggy's dildo when Marino couldn't get it up?) but it kept getting stolen so he had to weld it in. Peggy bragged that she had slept with over 1,000 men. Gay guys take note: we don't have a monopoly on that delightful hobby. 
The only piece of furniture in the museum is, tellingly, Peggy's bed...the headboard designed by another lover, Alexander Calder. It may be said that the history of modern art was written on this bed. 
Peggy was perhaps inspired by the once-popular Venetian practice of cicsbeo, where young women married older wealthy men, and by agreement, kept a young male stud close at hand for sexual services for the woman. Except in her case, she was the money, not some elderly cuckhold. 
Venice is a tight-knit renaissance-18th c. agglomeration of buildings and islands of no particular geometry, leaving corners and crannies just made for casual hookups. Knowing this, Venetian sidewalks are better lit at night than any other city I have visited. One night, some decades ago, I was prowling the city looking for a blowjob. And finally I found it...the cranny where some enterprising queen had unscrewed the light bulb. And indeed, when I arrived, he was lurking there waiting for his next victim. I was one happy victim. 
For all the seething sexuality of the city, there are no overt gay bars much less sex clubs, although of course the more stylish hotel bars attract birds of a feather. At some point, I was given (by a fuck buddy) a now-lost sex travel guide written by two gay Americans who had a van they traveled the world in, screwing locals day and night. The book pointed me to a public toilet just off the Rialto Bridge. This is the area of a busy public market and throngs of locals and tourists. Indeed, there is a proper public toilet nearby. But for the cognoscenti, there is (or at least was) a filthy (you're standing in urine) toilet literally attached to the side of a church, at which a jerk off, if not a blowjob, was virtually guaranteed. I loved that it was hiding in full view, and attached to a church to boot. Of course, we have since learned that were there are priests there is a lot of gay sex going on. 
But back to Death in Venice. It takes place in the Lido, one of the outer Venetian islands reachable by vaporetto. In the story (novella, movie, and opera all by the same name) an elderly German composer (played by Dirk Bogard, who himself was gay and living with a lover) is smitten with the youthful somewhat flirtatious Tadzio, which leads to the elder's throwing caution to the wind and ultimately dying from the plague.
A couple of decades ago I had my own Lido Death in Venice experience. No, I didn't die of the plague, but I went to the Lido both to take in the rays and to cruise the nearby woods (as noted in that gay sex travel guide). On the beach there was a remarkable scene...seven or eight teenaged Tadzio's, in the skimpiest of Speedos, playing, dancing, wrestling, and literally dry humping each other on the beach for all to see. I snapped a bunch of pictures, lest no one ever believe such a sight. (Unfortunately, for whatever reason, I threw out all my sex pictures in a fit of housecleaning at the start of the Covid lockdown.) I was however unsuccessful in luring any of them into the woods. They undoubtedly were going to one of their houses to fuck each other's brains out. If I were them, I wouldn't have paid any attention to me either. 
The next morning, I took one last cruise around the city before I left. Not a block from my hotel, I saws a magnificent specimen, tall, dark, handsome, black curly hair, wearing a tight body shirt and revealing pants advertising his significant bulge. We took one look at each other, and he signaled me to come down an alley and into his workplace, a clothing warehouse. We instantly tore each other's clothes off, and my god did he have the dick of death. There among the racks of women's frocks, he fucked me mercilessly, and I limped out one happy camper. This was years ago, but it is one of those experiences I will never forget.
Yes, Venice, Queen of the Adriatic...a city of fond memories that continue to inspire the occasional jerk off. 
 

A few months ago, at a clothing-optional, all-male resort, I watched a 30-something latino, muscled, tats, about 5'7 service a hot hung couple ages around 60. He sucked them as I watched.  I then saw one of them fuck him in many positions, while his partner and I watched.  It was thrilling. And safe for me.

When I was 22, 3 generations of my family took a cruise. It was my first. I was naive and had a girlfriend at home and knew I was attracted to men but didn't identify as gay. The last night of the cruise, I talked to a handsome Swiss bartender who offered to advise me on places to visit in Europe. He had dark hair, green eyes, some body hair, and was in his early 30s. I was very thin with a large butt, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a shy demeanor. He asked me to meet him after work, which was around 4 am. When I got there, he gave me some suggestions for travel and then he used his key to open the locked kitchen door. He put a blanket on the floor and we had sex. It was my first time fucking and I was the bottom. We stayed in touch through mail for awhile. He was a very nice guy who made my first time a positive experience. When I came home, I began my journey of coming out. I think being away and being naive gave me the perceived freedom to have sex without having to take responsibility.

Sounds like a great final night.  Glad you have the memory (or what remains of it.)

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People who might know by now, know that I’m a big fan of MisterBnB. Every time I travel I tend to stay in one of those (and specially if they have clothing option listed). This time I traveled to California and stayed in this lovely bungalow/guest house in the back of a house with a huge yard with a pool. The owners were these two young New Yorkers. One was a young exec at a big corporation and the other one was his artist boyfriend. I arrived at the house late at night and said hi to my hosts and went straight to my guest house. The guest house had giant photos of one of my hosts posing in some very erotic photos for a coffee table book that was left on the nightstand. Well, I got a huge erection just thinking about him. The next morning I slept in until almost 11 (as I was jet lagged) and heard some noises outside of people playing in the pool. I peaked in and I could  could see my two hosts by the pool, one of them with his Speedo reading a book on a lounge chair and the other one fully naked swimming. I got hard again so I decided to take a shower, clean myself (just in case), and put on my grey sweater pants and a tshirt and go out to greet them. They asked me if I wanted to go for a swim. I said that I didn’t have a swimsuit with me and they said that they don’t wear them. The one wearing the speedo was just wearing them to get the sexy tan line. He took it off and jumped on the pool. I could see my dick getting harder so I took a breath, turned around and took my sweatpants off and my hard dick came out. I tried to control it a bit not to look too obvious. I quickly jumped on the pool to try to disguise my erection. We got to talking and they asked me what I was looking for in town. I just said that I was coming for some fun. And they were “we are fun”. I could sense the sexual tension between us escalating and I took my chance. “I’m all ears. I’m open to anything.” And one of them grabbed me by my dick and said “we noticed”. Fuck. I could have cum right there. What happened afterwards you could imagine. We started fooling around. We left the pool and continued making out and sucking each other off over the lounge chairs. At one point, the young executive went on his fours so I could eat his ass and ended up fucking him while the young artist came behind me and fucked me. I hadn’t done the train fuck in a long time but I loved it. I came inside in no time and I was spent afterwards. The weekend was a mix of me going out, coming back to my guest house and my hosts texting me if I needed company so we could do it all over again. I left a really satisfied customer. 

Give me a day or two and I'll gladly spill the beans...
 

Any and all graphic details, please!!

When I was 24 I went to live in the South of France for a year. I arrived without having anywhere to stay and on the first day ended up being taken to hospital where I spent a couple of nights. It was all a bit weird how it happened, but I was well cared for and, even though I was a bit disoriented etc. was glad of the medics who sorted me out.  
One of the male nurses, Olivier, who didn't look that much older than me, was especially kind.  He was also incredibly hot and, even though I hadn't had very much experience with other guys at that stage other than a couple of hand jobs and a messy blow job, he definitely got the blood pumping. 
My French was already pretty good and so we'd chat when he came to check on me and stuff and so he knew my situation. When it came round to being discharged he said he didn't feel happy just throwing me out of the hospital to fend for myself and so invited me to go & stay with him.
Of course I took him up on his offer...and so began my first meaningful and very, very sexual relationship with a guy. It was everything you would want from a holiday romance, it just went on for a whole year.
Let me know if you want any graphic details - happy to share here or DM.

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Wait, what? Is that a Russia thing, giving up your passports? Or were you just putting them in the hotel safe? 

It was a Soviet thing, not sure if it was legally mandated or just enforced by hotels, and may still be a Russian thing, but I don't plan on finding out any time soon. The Committee for State Security needed to review them overnight, after all.